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Chapter 3
For the next several weeks, she was put through a regiment of exercise. She protested initially, finally cooperating after reasoning that exercise was far better than the interminable boredom she faced doing nothing in her room.
After several weeks of exercise, during which her body regained much of the muscle tone it had lost during her long time under sedation, Jerry, accompanied by the men who had overtaken her previously, visited her once again. Her struggles on this occasion were no less desperate. Nor were they any more successful.
As she was being wheeled into the room where she was to be fitted with more modifications, she began pleading with her captors again. More offers of money and sex were made, as were threats and promises of retribution. These were met with amused glances and low chuckles.
Jerry left her side as they entered the room, inspecting the instruments to be used during this next procedure. After ensuring that everything was as it should be, he turned to a small plastic box, filled with what appeared to be tiny silver tubes. Turning to her, he smiled an imperious smile, bringing one of the small tubes to bear.
“You’ll notice that these fittings are threaded inside. You’ll find out why later. I want it to be a bit of a surprise” he began. “You will also notice the small holes in the side. What we are going to do, thanks to the genius of our art and engineering department, is imbed these into your skeletal structure. Notice the small lip at the end? This one will be embedded into your fingertip, the pin will fit through the bone and the tube, ensuring it doesn’t shift or pull out. Others will be embedded in strategic places through out your body. Of course, this will require a bit of reinforcement to your skeletal structure, but I don’t wish to bore you with the finer details.”
As expected, the girl began ranting again. Her voice only dying out as the applied anesthesia took effect.
As before, she was kept sedated for some weeks after her procedure had been completed. No chances were taken with the healing process. Jerry had deemed, long ago, that keeping their projects under sedation following such traumatic procedures was both beneficial and necessary.
She was lying on her back when her eyes fluttered open. After many groggy minutes of ceiling staring, she felt the need to expel her wastes. So, leaving the comfort of her mattress, she walked to the bathroom and seated herself upon the hated tube that would alleviate her discomfort.
After eliminating her wastes she returned to her bed, pulling the sheets around her. It was then that she saw the shiny metal lip of the threaded metal tubing that had been embedded in her fingertips. Frantic at the sight of her finger’s modification she began a long adventure of discovery. After a long and thorough self-examination she threw herself down on her bedding, to cry into her pillow. The implants, it seemed to her, were everywhere.
Over the next few days, great attention was paid to her new changes. Every six hours, nurses would come in and inspect the new additions to her body. These were the only breaks in the monotony of her time in the room and she began to look forward to them. The nurses would chat with her as they inspected her, making certain that none of the implants had shifted or became infected. Most carefully they inspected the inserts in her feet, since walking on them would make them the most likely candidates to develop complications. Fortunately, the inserts proved to be quite sturdy and she showed no sign of infection or rejection.
After several weeks of inspections, it was deemed that she was ready to take the next step in her processing. The engineering department had completed their end of the task and she was ready to be merged into their creation. It was on this day that Jerry entered the room, smiling as usual and accompanied by the men who had subdued her on two previous occasions.
Knowing the inevitable, she did not fight, nor did she attempt to hide her nakedness. She had expected to be strapped down, once again. Instead, and much to her surprise, she was led out of the room on her own two feet. Upon leaving the room, one of the men applied a thick metal collar to her neck, commenting to Jerry that projects should be fit with such a device immediately upon entering the Facility. Jerry only chuckled at the man as he rubbed his jaw in memory of the right cross the girl had felled him with.
She was led down several different corridors, passing the room where her most recent procedure had been performed, before entering into a room that was far larger than any she had seen thus far. Along the far wall and resting on a wide platform, was a metal picture frame of intricate design.
“It’s eight feet tall, six feet wide and two feet deep”, Jerry told her as they approached the construct.
Staring at up at the frame she took note of the many gunmetal gray spokes hanging along the frames inner edge. They were no more than an eighth of an inch thick and she wondered at their purpose. The spokes were most noticeable along the top of the frame as they dangled and danced, chiming against each other in a dull metallic symphony.
Just then, a man wearing a white jumpsuit approached them. “What do you think, Jerry?”
“Excellent work, Bill”, Jerry told the man. “ I just hope we have the lengths right.”
Smiling, the man winked at Jerry, “That’s what this session is for. To make any necessary adjustments.”
“Of course”, returned Jerry.
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